Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. WarAll
Francis Alexander Durivage (18141881)T
With a rusty buckle and green curb chain;
A pair of spurs on the old gray wall,
And a mouldy saddle—well, that is all.
The moss grown door is hanging ajar.
Look within! There ’s an empty stall,
Where once stood a charger, and that is all.
Flecked with blood drops as well as foam;
See yonder hillock where dead leaves fall;
The good black horse pined to death—that ’s all.
Question me not—I am old and weak;
His sabre and his saddle hang on the wall,
And his horse pined to death—I have told you all.